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chrollohearttags · 8 months
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“…let me take you out”
・❥・them + their favorite types of dates ・❥・ft. eren, armin, jean, connie (I may do a part two)
content + themes: fluff, cuteness and crack, black reader, mentions of weed, mentions of smut, kissing/makeout
📝: I’m starting a lil series I’m calling Soft Life Sundays, where I give y’all some sweet, tooth rotting fluff because I love it. These are all my personal ideas, but you may disagree and that’s okay. I don’t need to hear about it. This is all in good fun 🥰
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ღ eren loves fun, non conventional dates. He doesn’t mind the dressing up and fancy dinners from time to time but he much rather scoop you up with a bouquet of flowers, a little gift bag filled with snacks and something he picked out because he heard you talking about it on a random Tuesday one time. Your fits, I could see him in some Dunks, a hoodie and sweats (or shorts and a baseball jersey) and you in a sundress..looking all cute. He’d want to do something like a little carnival where they serve all these fair foods that are incredibly unhealthy but soooo good and he’d be eating it all and he can show off by winning you a giant stuffed animal he totally doesn’t brag about the whole night. “I’m the best, baby. I told you.” 🙄 he’d love to do go kart racing, mini golf or even an arcade or roller skating. He’s competitive so he might get a lil carried away but it’s all love! Y’all would have the best time and he’d constantly check to make sure you’re having a good time because he can’t stop smiling. Of course, spending the day with you is enough to keep him happy for weeks. Might end the night with a little smoke session + a movie (and maybe a lil sum else if you’re up for it. (mainly him eating you out until you fall asleep 😩)
ღ armin is obviously the inquisitive and intelligent type so he’d want your date to be as educational as it is fun. Of course, you love it all the same because you guys pick each other’s brains on things all the time. He’d take you to a museum, where they have all of these cool exhibits, explaining everything to you like a little personal tour guide. and a gift shop full of trinkets that he wants to buy for you. He sees you ogling the crystal and rock display while asking him all of these questions so now you’ve got two hundred dollars worth of malachite and amethyst keychains, displays and whatever else you wanted! “These are so beautiful! Thank you, Armie!” “It nearly as gorgeous as you but I’m happy you like them.” (bonus: I could see him taking you to a play/amphitheater as well) you guys would visit your favorite ramen + boba shop, just laughing and talking..enjoying each other’s company. You’d probably where coordinating outfits..something with an earthy green tone and super cute! You’d end the night back at his place where you guys would probably listen to music and just chill (maybe a little making out + spooning depending on the mood) and you’d fall asleep in each other’s arms.
ღ jean is all about the flare and spoiling his lady. He’s a gentleman, a romantic through and through. He doesn’t do anything halfway and spares no expense for his lady for a special night out. I think he’s the type of man to take the reigns and plan everything (not in a controlling way but you like when he shows that dominance) including your outfit, surprising you with a dress and heels you couldn’t stop eyeing at the mall so he had it delivered to your house, along with a box of eternal roses with a sweet little card and some adorable note that’s like “just like these flowers, may our love last forever.” And you’re about to sob! But you have to finish getting ready because he’ll be there at eight on the dot so you guys can make those reservations at that new five star French restaurant that just opened. Of course, he pulls up in some expensive two seater and the outfit to match. A really nice suit and my God, does he look good. But his eyes are all on you. “You look stunning, my love.” Opening your door and everything. He loves holding your hand while driving, stealing glances of you the whole night. When you guys get to dinner, he’s helping you order things, speaking French to the waiter (so attractive 😩) and EVERYTHING is delicious. Including the escargot, which you had reservations on. “Not bad, right?” “It’s so good!” He would also rent you guys a fancy hotel room across town, where he’d have rose petals scattered about the room, strawberries, chocolate and champagne waiting for you guys and he’d spend the night sweet talking you whilst you guys drank and ate. You’d end the night in the warm bubble bath, cuddled up and touching all over each other. (And getting a lil freaky after that liquor gets in your system) Just a nice, romantic evening.
ღ connie is gonna bring the party wherever he is! Mans just loves a good time. I feel like he too won’t be much into the whole fancy dinners and flare but he would plan something super unique and fun. You’ll be chilling and he’ll be like ‘hey, there’s a Paint and Sip not too far from here. You wanna go?!” All excited and of course, you’d be more than happy to.” He’d be the main one in there dancing and singing, just bringing allll the energy! Like it’s never a dull moment with Constance! Afterwards, he’d take you to a food truck or a really niche spot in the heart of downtown that he grew up on (I see him as Dominican/Afro Latina obvs). And he just wants to share it with you! “Here, mama. Try this..I think you’ll like it.” And don’t let them be playing some Latin music, he’d have you in the middle of the restaurant or the sidewalk, doing Bachata. He would be the best! I could also see you guys having a fun night in, consisting of you guys cooking your favorite dishes, getting a bunch of nail polishes and painting each others nails or him letting you dye his hair.
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vampcubus · 8 months
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tough men that sob like babies when you say you love them for the first time
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bibiwrld · 7 months
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SIMILAR!|Miguel O’Hara
★ Miguel O’Hara x Black fem anti-hero! [OC]
★ Before reading: I don’t speak Spanish, sorry for any mistakes made.
—Synopsis: A new face suddenly arrives at Nueva York, working at Alchemax, catching Miguel O’Hara’s eye and helping the Spider Society with catching villains and anomalies..well sort of.
–one.
THIRD PERSON POV
Alchemax was better, much better than what it used to be. They were actually helping the city, not stealing and hiding things from the citizens.
Miguel O’Hara, Alchemax’s best geneticist sat behind his desk, typing up data from his last experiment. He couldn’t lie, this was stressing him out. A mysterious virus was infecting Nueva York like wild fire, and he’s spent sleepless nights looking for a cure. He even had to put Jessica in charge of the Spider Society because of how dedicated he was to his work.
He groaned, sitting back in his seat, eyeing the computer screen with intensity.
A knock on his door broke the stare. “Come in.”
“And this is Miguel O’Hara.” A male geneticist opened the door, revealing himself and a woman Miguel was not familiar with.
She stood at 5’5”, but her heels made her 5’10”. Her skin was deep brown, with a golden glow, her hair was long, black and coily, with a small streak of white in the center of her head, almost like a skunk.
She was attractive, very attractive.
“He’s who you’ll be working with. He’s head of the the Genetics Department.”
The woman took small steps into the lab, looking around with a smirk on her face.
Miguel had no idea what was going on, darting his tired eyes between the unknown woman and his colleague.
He saw Miguel’s confusion. “Didn’t you hear Miguel? We’ve provided you with a partner.”
Partner? He didn’t need a partner.
“Wrenley Myers.” She stood on the other side of his desk, her skirt hiking up underneath her long lab coat.
Her skirt was way too short and that top was rather thin.
Miguel’s eyes loomed over her.
“Pharmacologist, but I’m very skilled in other sciences.” Her voice was smooth. “Maybe better than you, but I hope we can get along.”
Who did she think she was?
Miguel didn’t respond, adjusting his glasses and continued typing on his computer.
She scoffed and strutted off. Who did he think he was?
Wrenley, now situated at her desk, that Miguel had no part in helping with, watched him running an experiment.
He didn’t ask for help, not once.
She got up, strutting towards him, heels clicking in a fast rhythm. Her eyes carefully watched what he was doing, then loomed over to papers he had on the table.
They were very important papers— every single experiment he’s ever done was on those papers.
She picked them up, scanning through them with a smirk on her face.
“Can you put those down?” Miguel asked calmly, inserting a substance into the petri dish.
She ignored him, flipping through the pages and chuckling.
Miguel grew irritated. He removed his goggles and whipped his head towards her. “What’s so funny?”
She rested his papers back down and look up at him with a cocky grin. “If you needed my help, you should’ve just asked, O’Hara. Everything on that paper is pure rubbish, clever, but rubbish.”
And with that, she looked at her watch, then strutted to her desk for her handbag, then walked pass Miguel, but not without saying something smart to him.
“It seems that I’m not needed here, it’s time to go home and I’ll take my leave first. Good luck in your research, O’ Hara.” Her pink plump lips gave him a taunting smile, and her fox like eyes squinted at him, before she left the lab.
Miguel clenched his jaw.
Who the fuck did she think she was?
“Miguel, your heart rating is spiking.” Lyla, his AI, appeared by his shoulder.
“Notify Jessica that I’ll be at HQ in 20 minutes.” Miguel walked to his desk.
“Okay.” She responded. “You know, she’s pretty.”
He shut down his computer. “Who?”
“Wrenley, your new partner.”
Miguel groaned. “She’s not my partner, she’s just a cocky little shit who bullshitted her way here.”
Lyla laughed. “You sound jealous.”
“I’m not jealous.”
“Whatever Miguel.” Her eyes rolled. “I counted 3 beauty spots on her face, on her chin, under her left and on her right cheek.”
Miguel looked at her oddly.
“She has a scar on the left side of her forehead, it doesn’t look self inflicted, and that white hair is a birthmar–”
“Can you stop talking about her?” He switched the lights off.
Lyla frowned, teleporting to Miguel’s side as he moved. “Why? You were looking at her a lot, I thought you liked h–”
“I do not like her, now stop.”
“You’re no fun.”
Next part: –two.
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veenxys · 2 years
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🧺🌀 for jean? thank u! i hope ur doing ok!
him playing with your hair; he saw that you were tired and wanted to help you a little. so after a light massage on your shoulders while he listens to you talk, he starts leaving soft kisses on your shoulder and neck and, when he brushed a lock of your hair so he had more access to your face, he had a great idea. he straightened up behind you and brushed your hair back from your shoulders; he then gently picks them up, trying his best to make a nice braid. it’s not the best, he knows that, but he hopes you like it anyway. you smile at him when he’s done and that was all it took for him to melt and smile too. he will for sure learn how to braid better and even how to make prettier hairstyles just for you. <3
— mini game!
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lovesatoru · 1 year
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hi em! i hope ur doing well. have a good holiday season! 🥰 and a happy new year ♡ - jean anon mod
omg hi!!!!🥹
thank you so much! i am doing great and i hope you are doing well, having a great holiday season, and that you will have a happy new year too!! 💕💞💘💝💖
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vdried · 2 months
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/ # etiquetas .
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lewisvinga · 2 months
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mystery girl | charles leclerc x fem! reader
summary; after meeting the friend of an influencer, charles becomes infatuated. unfortunately, she isn’t like her friend and doesn’t have any social media accounts until her friend finally convinced her.
fc; various girls on pinterest
warnings; ?
taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs
note; requested ! i was a bit confused so i hope this is as close to your request bc i had to switch some things up bc i was confused 😥😥😥
masterlist !
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liked by yourbestfriend, pierregasly, and others!
francisca.cgomes: 🤍
tagged; yourbestfriend
yourbestfriend: we’re gonna need to go on another girls trip asap😣
francisca.cgomes: oh i agree 100%
yourbestfriend: luv u ( from me and y/n )🫶
francisca.cgomes: luv uuuu
pierregasly: ❤️
username: Y/B/F AND KIKAAAA
username: omg who is the girl in the middle? she’s gorgeous!!!
francisca.cgomes: y/n:), she’s a good friend of mine but she doesn’t have social media!
username: omg the girl in the black skirt is so pretty
username: y/n needs to open up an instagram account she’s gorgeous 😍😍
yourbestfriend: think we need to convince y/n to open up an instagram account ?🤔🤔
francisca.cgomes: oh yes.
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liked by yourusername, lilymhe, and others !
yourbestfriend: mini brasil photo dump 🫶
tagged; yourusername, francisca.cgomes
yourusername: this is scary
yourbestfriend: no it is not u gorgeous drama queen
francisca.cgomes: her official insta debut 🥹
yourbestfriend: we need ******* to slide in her dms right NOW.
francisca.cgomes: pierregasly help us
pierregasly: who what
username: omg she made an instagram??
username: wonder who y/b/f is talking abt😭
username: my bet is on charles bc kika tagged pierre
username: my fave influencer 😍
username: awh her account is private :/
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liked by yourbestfriend, charles_leclerc, and others
yourusername: hi instagram
yourbestfriend: and charles
yourusername: y/b/f.
yourbestfriend: her first insta post and i’m in it 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
yourusername: maybe ur the drama queen
francisca.cgomes: not the picture of u studying #studiousqueen
yourusername: trynna get my masters fr
pierregasly: charles_leclerc
yourusername: pierre jean-jacques gasly…
charles_leclerc:how about i take you on a coffee date 😁 no studying !
yourusername: hmm, i’d like that a lot😊
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liked by charles_leclerc, yourbestfriend, and others
yourusername: out w cha 🌷
tagged; charles_leclerc
charles_leclerc: trés belle [very pretty]
yourusername: thank u , cha 😁🫶🫶
charles_leclerc: making very important calls right there
yourusername: i love my new bookshelf thank u sm cha 😣😣
yourbestfriend: YOU GOT HER A BOOKSHELF?? she’s never leaving her home i fear
charles_leclerc: i couldn’t resist 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️ besides, i don’t mind staying inside w her😁
alex_albon: charles mystery girl wow did he panic in front of you
lilymhe: ignore him, you’re doing amazing sweetie !🫶🫶🫶
yourusername: mystery girl?? ö
georgerussell63: ask ur bf to show u the messages of him panicking and asking about u
carmenmmundt: leave the poor couple alone 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️
charles_leclerc:ignore them, chérie pls😔
yourusername: …… ok as long as u get me another book😁
yourbestfriend: NO.
francisca.cgomes: she has too many books charles don’t give in.
charles_leclerc: i am a weak man, i can’t help it
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astroxrls · 5 days
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Hii so i recently saw your acc and i am absoloutely IN LOVE with ur writing!
Now hear me out on this.
Thigh riding luke.
Thats it,just that.
ANYWAY HAVE A GOOD DAY OR NIGHT AND REMEMBER TO STAY HYDRATED AND EAT ENOUGH !!
(Also can i be 🌷 anon??)
Raw (L.C)
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Summary what the request says, thigh riding with a mention of pillow riding..
Warnings thigh riding, praise, pet names (mamas, ma, baby), soft!dom luke, pillow riding mention, nsfw content, fem ruins luke’s cargo pants lol
a/n ofc you can! and thank you soso much for your request ily <3
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“You wanna ride my thigh baby?” Luke taunted, when he came back to his cabin, you were there.. getting yourself off against his pillow. He could tell you missed him, just by how desperately you were rutting against his pillow.
He chuckled and moved to lift you up on his clothed thigh, your bare pussy was leaking, staining his cargo pants. You let out a squeal as the rough fabric touched your clit. The fabric of his jeans felt so good against your sensitive skin.. and when he began to move your hips, you moaned, tossing your head back.
“Fuck, look so pretty like this, Mamas..” He groaned, feeling your wetness coat his thigh beneath the cargo. you were so wet, and he could feel it. Your lips parted as he bounced his thigh up. Catching you completely off guard.
He gently rocked your hips back and forth, guiding your movements. You then started to grind yourself harder against him, “that’s it Ma, fuck yourself on my thigh.. let me see how desperate you are.” Luke coos, your pace started faltering before his hands came down on your ass. “oh baby.. are you tired already? you just need me to do everything for you don’t you, Love?” His hands gripping your ass as he began to move you faster, pressing you harder against his flexed thigh. Giving your clit just the right amount of friction you need.
He noticed as you started teetering over the edge, he chuckled softly, “Gonna cum already? doesn’t take much with you does it.. go on, Cum all over my thigh..” it only took his hand to reach down and fondle with your clit to push you over the edge. With a loud moan, you came all over his thigh, ruining his pants.You began to relax against him.
Luke kisses your forehead and whispers softly, “Good girl, baby. Did so good f’ me..”
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spaceshipellie · 8 months
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sitting pretty
gamer!ellie x reader
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summary: you’re desperate for ellie to touch you but she’s too busy playing video games, so you compromise.
warnings: dom!ellie, sub!reader, use of strap (r receiving), reader’s wearing a skirt, strap/cockwarming, thigh riding, consensual videoing, 18+ MDNI
author’s note: so my lovely @lonelyfooryouonly made this SCRUMPTIOUSLY FERAL PIECE OF ART of ellie!! ellie in a hoodie and beanie makes me wanna do unhinged things so ofc i had to write something inspired by it.. thanks loony babe 🌷💋
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you were lying on your bed in the apartment you shared with your girlfriend, scrolling aimlessly on your phone. your thumb flicking between the same three apps, barely paying attention to anything you were actually doing.
that familiar feeling was happening between your legs and you squeezed your thighs together, desperate for some release. what you really needed was your girlfriend but she was busy playing video games in the other room when she should be busy with you.
you reached your hand down and applied some pressure on your underwear, a tiny whimper escaping your lips. you rubbed a few slow circles before giving up. your fingers just weren’t the same. swinging your legs off the bed, you shuffled over to the door of the room where she was. it was open slightly and you could see her sat slumped in the massive chair, hands resting on her lower stomach with the controller. her knees were parted, one leg bouncing as she concentrated on the screen. the sight of her alone made you wanna come.
you snuck through the door, hoping she’d turn and look at you but she didn’t. she just kept playing as if she didn’t even know you were there.
you watched, almost falling into a trance, as her skilled fingers repeatedly pressed buttons and swivelled the joystick. you went up behind her chair and put your hands on her shoulders, resting your chin on top of her beanie.
“you okay, babe?” she deadpanned.
“ellie,” you dragged her name out a bit.
“what?”
“can you stop playing for a bit please?”
“why?”
you rolled your eyes.
“i miss you.”
“i’m right here.”
“no, i mean…” surely she knew what you meant. either she was playing dumb or she just was dumb. either way, you weren’t giving up. you squeezed her shoulders harder.
“i mean i miss you.”
she paused her game and span the chair around so she was facing you. her fingers reached out to lazily play with the hem of your pleated skirt before she dropped her hand to her thigh.
“oh yeah?”
you nodded.
“well what do you want?”
you shifted on your feet. “you.”
she chuckled to herself. “so cute. but i’m busy here, babe. can’t it wait?”
you groaned a little in annoyance.
“don’t pout.”
“i’m not pouting.”
“are you that desperate?”
you let out a frustrated, “yes.”
she smiled wickedly as she started to spin her chair back around to the screen.
“ellie, please.” you grabbed the top of the chair preventing her from turning it any further.
“tell me what you want then maybe i’ll do it.”
you huffed at the way she was making you work for it.
“can i sit in your lap? then you can still play.”
“is that all?” she saw right through you.
“fine. please can i sit on your strap?” you almost whispered, feeling embarrassed to ask but god, you wanted it so badly.
she laughed tauntingly again and flicked her eyes at the door.
“go get it then.”
you scampered off back to the bedroom, grabbing the pink strap. you took a second whilst your brain span wildly as you looked at the veins and ridges on it.
she watched as you eagerly bounced back into the room. she was very nonchalant as she held her hand out for it and put it on with ease. unzipping her jeans enough to be able to shove her hand around to get it on before resuming her slouched position in the chair. you moved forward towards her, your thighs bumping the side of hers. you suddenly felt a bit intimidated about taking the size of it. she looked up at you.
“need some help first?” her words might have been sweet but her tone was anything but. it was sadistic and mocking.
“yes.” your leg nudged hers.
with her hand closest to you, she reached under your skirt and pushed your underwear to the side, running a finger through your folds, teasingly letting it linger on your clit before pulling it away. the simple touch was enough to make you flinch and she snickered at how easy it was for her to make you like this. completely at her mercy.
she then pulled your underwear down and you kicked them off when they fell to your feet. she patted her thigh and waited for you to straddle it, whimpering as your clit came into contact with the rough material of her black jeans.
“happy?”
you nodded and she squeezed your thigh before directing her attention back to her game, both hands now on the controller and eyes glued to the screen, leaving you to fend for yourself.
you rocked your hips against her, revelling in the friction that was happening. ellie completely ignored you. it partly frustrated you but also turned you on to an impossible level. you knew you were probably in for a long night when she was like this and the thought made your insides twist.
you kept grinding on her, your hands stabilising yourself on her thigh in front of you, a couple fingers loosely gripping her hoodie. you kept eyeing the strap, desperately trying to get yourself to a point where you felt ready to take it. ellie didn’t seem to care how long it took you, she was fine occupying herself with the video game whilst you used her to get off. her eyes didn’t even glance over.
the sensation in your cunt suddenly heightened as you felt yourself about to come. your hand gripped her shoulder through her soft, thick hoodie. you sped up your pace ever so slightly as you felt the knot in your stomach unravel. your eyelids already felt heavy and your brain foggy so it made you jump slightly when you felt her hand glide up the outside of your thigh, dipping under your skirt. you looked at her but she was still looking at the screen. you buried your head in her shoulder.
“you done?” she said, her fingers brushing your skin. the first semi-attentive thing she’d done so far. you nodded your head against her shoulder. she tapped your thigh and you climbed off. putting her hand on the back of your thigh she encouraged you to straddle her lap.
you held onto her shoulders as you hovered above the strap which she held steady for you, the tip brushing against your clit before you tried to sink down on it. you moaned as you got past the tip. ellie watched your face intensely as you slowly lowered yourself, feeling the entire length fill you up and stretch you. you gasped at the sting mixed with pleasure and adjusted your hips to get comfortable. ellie’s hand rested on your thigh that was squashed against her own in the gaming chair.
“feeling better?” her head cocked sideways slightly as she looked at you.
“yes,” you mumbled, leaning your head back on her shoulder.
she adjusted in her seat slightly so she could see the screen clearly (and so she could fuck with you) and the slight movement from her hips caused you to clench. her arms wrapped around your waist as she resumed playing the game. she might have been acting to you like she didn’t care but she was loving this. her girl clinging to her because you’re just that needy.
she played for what felt like ages to you. occasionally you would wiggle or lift your hips slightly, whimpering at the warm feeling it caused deep inside. you couldn’t see but every time those pretty little noises left your mouth, ellie smirked to herself. the feeling of your body against her chest whilst you warmed her strap gave her the biggest ego boost.
thinking that you had been doing this long enough you started to pepper tiny kisses on her neck, moaning about how she was taking so long. she ignored you for a bit before you decided to gently graze your teeth on her skin to get her attention. she paused the game and turned her head to look at you.
“getting impatient?”
you nodded.
“i thought you wanted this,” she teased.
“i do but i need more, ellie, it’s been ages,” you said softly.
she lifted up your skirt to look at where you were wrapped around her, admiring the shine from the juices that had dripped down all over the base. she laughed.
“so fucking messy.”
she reached an arm around you to grab her phone from the desk and rolled the chair over a little to where there was a mirror leaning against the wall.
“look at yourself,” she instructed and with your back to the mirror, you turned your head over your shoulder to look at yourself in her lap. she gripped your ass, pushing the skirt up a little and used her hold to move you up and down a couple times slowly. you let out a strangled moan at the feeling and the sight of your pussy sliding up and down from behind. she gave your ass a little slap before setting you down again.
“you okay if i video it, baby?”
you nodded eagerly. she got her phone out and recorded the mirrors imagine of you slowly riding her dick. her other hand pushed the skirt up again so that she could get a clear view.
“fuck,” she breathed as she stopped recording and put her phone down. “look at you, so eager to please.”
you kept rolling your hips pathetically as she rested her arms on the arms of the chair, looking up at your face. she watched how your eyes pleaded with her to do more. to touch you. have her way with you. but she wanted to drag this out.
“please touch me,” you whined.
“no, do this yourself,” she smiled devilishly at you, “make yourself come on my cock.”
you groaned as your fingers dug deeper into her shoulders and you continued rolling your hips, your clit brushing up against the fabric of her hoodie. you started sloppily bouncing, your legs feeling too shaky to hold yourself up. the wet, sticky sounds that came from it were loud and humiliating.
“ellie, i can’t.”
“yes, you can.”
you pushed yourself through until you were coming undone around her. white, creamy cum dribbled out of you and down the strap onto her jeans. she finally put her hands on you for a second when she lifted the skirt up to look at the aftermath. she swiped a bit of your cum from her jeans and sucked it off her finger whilst holding eye contact with you.
“go and wait on the bed for me.”
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lustforrafe · 9 months
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HOPE AND DESIRE!
warnings: somewhat bimbo!reader, suggestive content, use of y/n, reader jerks rafe off
bimbo!reader who loves getting her nails done x rafe who absolutely loves when she asks for his opinion!
m.list 🌷 nav 🌞 rafe m.list 🪐
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“rafe” you said looking at him across the room with a cute little pout on your face
“what’s wrong my sweet girl” cooed rafe while stalking over to you
“oh it’s nothing..” letting out a small sigh you looked down, trying your best to sound upset
rafe had already crossed the room by the time you looked down, nudging your chin up with his large hand he murmured “tell me what’s upsetting you”
“well.. if you insist rafe.. it’s just.. my nails! they’re absolutely hideous! earlier while you were out with topper and kelce i was scrolling on pinterest and found the cutest set! which i think you’d love- oh! i can already imagine your face when you see them! please rafe we have to go to the salon!” you quickly let out in one breathe looking up at him with those sweet innocent eyes he loves. “look! wait no! don’t look!” you said as you quickly shoved your phone into rafes face but snatching it back as soon you remembered you wanted it to be a surprise.
“breathe, bunny. you’re about to pass out on me” chucked rafe “if my girl wants something, then what else can i do other then fulfill her every hope and desire” he said as he quickly kissed my cheek and led me out the door.
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“yes, i love them! thank you so much!” you squealed happily as you handed rafes card to the girl at the register.
it didn’t take you as long as you thought to convince rafe to go to the salon, but then again it never did. it seemed that rafe would go the the ends of the earth for you, if you so much as thought of it.
the whole drive over you spent it gushing over the set, but making sure rafe didn’t get one peek at it. telling him that they weren’t that pretty for him to be looking at and “it’s whatever, you’ll see them later” even going as far as telling rafe to wait in the car claiming it was “girls day only sorry!” while you hadn’t been lying earlier, you really did see a cute nail set while browsing on your phone! just not exactly on pinterest.
you had been scrolling on some app when you landed on a video of a girl with a fresh set of nails obviously showing them off. thinking nothing of it you liked it and scrolled, but after a bit you went back thinking it was a bit odd for the girl in the video to be posing the way she was. the girl had her hand splayed out showing her pink nails decorated with a jeweled “T” on her ring finger but the scene changed as her hand turned into an ‘O’ seemingly moving on top of a man’s lap. the more the you watched the more you were entranced as the video progressed your panties grew wet, the video quickly turned from innocent to sinful. the girl started unzipping the man’s jeans and all you could think about was rafe. and how much rafe would love for you to have his initial on your finger.
taking the card back from the woman you exited out of the salon and saw rafe leaning against the door of his car, waiting for you “there you are i was starting to worry, let me see” he said drawing out the ‘e’ for effect, reaching out to grab your hands.
“no! you have to wait,” you said trying to come up with a lame excuse so he wouldn’t ask why “they’re not dry yet!” you said jumping up and looking away you hoped rafe wouldn’t ask because he always knew when you were lying.
eying you suspiciously rafe nodded and said nothing as he helped you into the car. the car-ride back was spent with you asking rafe about his day while blowing on your nails for effect.
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after arriving home you finally decided enough was enough. while rafe was sitting on the couch watching tv you leaned over and accidentally brushed your fingers over his lap murmuring a soft “sorry” while simultaneously shoving your barely concealed cleavage in his face.
not that shocked by your antics rafe only reacted by kissing and nibbling on your chest “nothin’ to be sorry ‘bout, doll”
leaning back and settling on your plush thighs you slowly started to run your hand down rafes chest, softly moaning as you feel the soft outline of his abs under your fingers and his shirt.
“god you’re precious y/n. you’re so good for me, such a good girl” rafe let out light grunts as you started to palm him through his dress pants, his grunts only spurring you on.
after what seemed like hours you finally got to his pants and boxers off, his cock slapping up against his stomach as you stared at all of him in wonder.
“rafe..” you moaned as you started to pump his hard cock in your hand, sticking out your tongue to kitten lick his aching tip.
you made sure of making a show, your hand purposefully being adjusted to show off the diamond encrusted nail that shined with the letter “R”, which was now being coated with his pre-cum and your saliva.
you and rafe made eye contact as he looked down to see you try take all of him, god he was so big, noticing the slight bling on your finger he cocked his head to the side and pulled his brows together.
his somewhat formed frown was quickly replaced by a smirk, his chest beaming with pride as he realized what the shine was caused by.
it was pretty widely known by everyone on the island that rafe cameron was possessive, if you could even call it that it was borderline obsessive. so when he saw that you, his sweet innocent y/n had gotten his initial on your ring finger he practically lost it.
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chrollohearttags · 8 months
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rockstar!jean loves having you as his assistant. Not just because you’re so efficient and hard working but you’re an absolute sight for sore eyes. The prettiest thing he’s ever seen with a shy and bashful personality…it’s so cute how nervous you get around him, despite the fact you’ve been working for Mr. Kirschtein for three years. It really doesn’t help matters any when he tries to hold a conversation with you and all you can do is keep staring at the ground, stuttering over yourself..it only makes him want to tease you more! “You’re a big girl, aren’t you? Use your words, beautiful. Can’t know what you want if you don’t tell me.” Just making the most normal of conversations sound so sensual and sexy. You’ll be sitting in on some of his practice sessions, watching him grip the neck of that guitar and strum his tattooed fingers along the strings..having thoughts no employee should about their boss. “You like the new song or you just wanna watch me play? Maybe I could teach you sometime.” You could always get lost in thought about him or gazing at that handsome face. Catching him as he comes fresh from a workout; towel draped over his broad shoulders, sweat slicking his tanned skin and his body sculpted from the intense exercises.
a stark comparison to your curvaceous figure; pudgy tummy protruding from your skirt and big, supple breasts perched in a top that’s stretching out far too tight. He can’t help but notice your thighs ripping those stockings underneath them and he’s trying his hardest to remain respectful but he’s definitely getting some ideas of his own. Perspiring and not just from the fifty push-ups. “H-hi, Mr. Kirschtein. I just needed you to sign this for me, please.” Those doe, brown eyes hiding behind round, wire framed glasses and those plump, pouty lips stained with gloss as you mumbled to him. Big, bouffant kinky curls accenting those adorable features including those chubby cheeks he loves. He’s trying not to stare too hard but damnit, you just turn him on so much. Swallowing a hard gulp, he tries to play it cool and grasps the clipboard with said paperwork. “C’mon, (y/n). We’re not strangers..you can call me Jean, y’know? We’ve been working together for three years. I thought we were friends.” “I knowww, but I just don’t feel right, sir.” And honey, does he exploit that little habit of yours. Thinking it’s so cute how you address him. So it comes as no surprise when it’s later in the evening and you’re getting ready to leave for the night that you just so happen to catch the infamous J. Kirschtein leaving a hot, warm, steamy shower..draped in nothing more than a towel that he’s in the midst of unwrapping when you come to ask him one more question. It falls to the floor from the shock and you catch a glimpse..no! An eyeful of what he’s got to offer. “I—I am so sorry, Mr. Kirschtein!” And it’s then that Jean tells you come closer and lock the door because he can answer what you need to know and then some..you’re staring holes through him, admiring every chiseled muscle, every inch of that Adonis like figure and especially…..that!..and you’re practically salivating until he snaps you out of thought with a hand underneath that chin.
“Nothing to apologize for, gorgeous..I mean. I won’t tell if you won’t..”
if you could be completely and totally honest, you had dreamed of a moment like this; where fate would intervene and give you two the opportunity to be alone in such an intimate setting. He can see you squeezing your legs together..more than likely feigning off the twitching and thumping sensations between your thighs. That short little frame underneath him as he places an arm on the wall. If you revealed your salacious, nasty thoughts of what you wanted the famed rocker to do to you, including being hoisted up midair in his arms as he fucks up into you or wetting up his beard as you ride on his tongue, you’d probably be fired….if it were anyone else, of course! But something told you that you didn’t have much to worry about with Jean. In fact, he had a bit of a confession himself.
“You promise?”
“Of course, pretty girl. I mean, if I’m being honest..I’ve wanted you for the longest. If you couldn’t tell..”
and boy, could you tell. Especially when he so delicately nips at the tiny buttons on your shirt that are already about to burst. One more and those juicy, round titties will come spilling out. You’re so stacked and curvy just from the front..heavens knows what he’ll do when you turn around. He inches closer, grazing your inner thigh with that thick cock as you part your legs a bit more and massage his face. He can’t take it when you stare at him all cute like that. “Is it okay if I kiss you?…” gently questioning; hovering only an inch away from your lips and he gets his answer when you cup his cheeks and shove your tongue into his mouth! You’re sloppily kissing him..rutting that little clothed slit against his tip. He can tell just how desperate you are, whimpering and whining as you continue to make out. Your body’s been craving this for so long, you’re so needy and desperate for the touch of someone who can handle you. That much apparent by the stark size difference of you two. Finally bridging the space between your bodies, Jean would slightly lift you up along with the hem of that skirt. It didn’t take long for him to disrobe you down to those very thin fishnets and platform heels that made your legs look amazing.. ripping open the front of that top and eventually tossing you to the bed.
“Mr. Kirschtein, are you sure this is okay?” He couldn’t help but to laugh as he so casually pinned your legs back and snaked that pierced tongue out to run along your thighs. Never in his life did he answer to anyone and he damn sure wasn’t about to now. Besides, he was certain your doubts would fade once he spread that pretty pussy and allows that metal ball glide over your clit. Before you know it, he’s sucking gently on those folds and taking in that delicate, sweet flavor. Those same digits you’d watch and obsess over as they played some of your favorite tunes, played around with your sensitive little cunt. Watching it leak and cream all over his black fingernails and silver bands. “You tell me, pretty girl. Do you really want me to stop?” Peaking up at you over that pudgy little tummy as he rested his forehead against it. “N-no sir!” Which brings forth another toothy smile on that sexy face. He loves how submissive yet needy you are for him! Whimpering and covering your eyes but continuing to rut into his mouth..riding his tongue and creaming all the same..those big, juicy tits bouncing around and those swollen nipples erect from the pleasure and cool air. “Ahhh!—fuck..” “Look at you..cant believe I actually made you cuss. Feel that good, huh?” The same ones he’d stuff in his mouth when he finally moved up to kiss you once more and stuff you full of that stiff cock. Right after tapping it against you just to test the reaction you’d have to him. You were so wet..drenching him in slick before he even slid in. “Can I put it in? C’mon, let me hear you say it, baby..can I fuck you?” The two of you would meet and become one upon your explicit consent; lips melting once more as your arms coiled his neck and legs around his waist. Your answer was as clear as any. Not only did you want him to fuck you but not pull out anytime soon. You wanted to feel every inch…for all the nights you had lied in bed, daydreaming and touching yourself with thoughts of your boss plaguing your mind. “S-shit! You’re so tight, pretty girl. Never knew you’d feel this good.” A couple strokes in and he had you clawing into his back. And you? He’d never felt such warmth before. It were as if he were in heaven. Your flesh clashed, smacking against one another in a passionate haze. “Right there, sir! Don’t stop, please…”
that sweet voice crying out to him and he couldn’t dare quit when you begged him like this! “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you whatever you want…you can have this dick all night.” Listening to him moan and grunt in your ear as he fed you those deep strokes. In a way, you felt it couldn’t be real because there was no way you were his type but in his mind? You were all but created for him. And he’d prove it by making love to you all night…going rounds and taking you beyond your limits; from putting you in a full mating press, a full nelson to truly test that strength of his and even leaning you over the side of his bed; arms stretched back and balanced on nothing more than those heels as he gave you backshots. Drumming orgasm after orgasm out of each other until you both collapsed in one another’s arms.
He’d look over to see you trembling, breathless and in tears..not out of pain but from the overwhelming amount of pleasure. He was so happy to have shared this experience with you and never wanted this night to end. “Hey, you alright?” “Never been better..thank you sir.”
and he hoped that you’d always be by his side. For work or otherwise..
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cupid-styles · 6 months
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silk (grumpy!h)
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in which harry is grumpy with everyone except y/n, and he realizes he's never been so enamored with someone in his life.
word count: 5.9k
content warnings: smut!!
author's notes: last part of grumpy h! thank you sm for all the love on this series, I love these two<3 lmk if you'd like to see any blurbs or one-shots for them!!!
part one | part two
masterlist | talk to me
From: H🌷
My friends want to meet you. Would you be willing to come out with us tonight?
Y/N reads over Harry's most recent text for the fourth time in 10 minutes. If she's being honest, the resounding answer is no, she has no desire to go out with Harry and his friends. But she also knows that they've been spending a lot of time together lately and he's been skipping out on hangouts and evenings out, so it only makes sense that his friends want to meet the girl he's constantly ditching them for.
She sighs, thumbs hovering over the keyboard, and types out an answer she wouldn't give to anyone else.
sure.. when and where?
It's only a minute or so before Harry replies. She shuts her laptop, knowing that the attention streak she has on her outline for literature theory is out the window, especially with the prospect of meeting Harry's friends in the near future. 
I'll come get you and we can go to the bar together at 9:30, if that works for you. I know this is probably overwhelming for you so please don't stress, sweetheart. They're going to love you.
Her heart skips a beat. Sweetheart. That's a new development since that evening a few weeks ago, when she disclosed the story of how she lost her virginity. Since then, it seems like boundaries had carefully been crossed, but neither one of them minded. Pet names fell easily from Harry's lips. When they were together, they were almost always touching, whether it be warm cuddles on the couch or holding hands on the walk out of the English department. 
Y/N doesn't know what they are — she knows that Harry has some record of dating and sleeping around, and it doesn't seem like that's what they're doing, but she can't help but fear that that's what it is. She always manages to shove those anxieties down when they're together so they don't accidentally come out in an embarrassing stream of consciousness. 
okay, that works, she eventually types back, i'll try not to worry too much.. what should i wear?
Y/N has to smush her face in her pillows to avoid squealing at his answer.
Anything you would normally wear is perfect. You'll look beautiful no matter what.
. . .
Harry will never admit it out loud, but he's so excited for Y/N to finally meet his friends. 
Niall, Mitch, and Pauli have been on Harry's back about constantly being out of the house and not hanging out with them. They're all quite needy, really, but they're his best friends and housemates, so he doesn't fault their curiosity. Especially because they've noticed his happier-than-usual demeanor, which says a lot, considering he usually walks around with a permanent scowl on his face.
So when he invites Y/N to come out with them tonight, he's fully expecting her to say no and he's shocked when she doesn't. He can practically feel her nerves through their text thread but he's over the moon that's pushing past her anxiety for his stupid friends. For him.
When he arrives at her place, she's overanalyzing every aspect of her outfit. It makes him smile, the way she cares so much, but he takes her concerns as seriously as he can.
"Are you sure this is good enough, H?" she asks, walking back over to the floor length mirror. She's wearing a pair of light wash mom jeans and a lacey white tank top, her makeup subtle with smudgy brown eyeliner and pink highlights.
"Baby," Harry murmurs, strolling up behind her and pressing a hand to her hip, "You look absolutely gorgeous. There's nothing to stress about."
She flushes instantly and squeezes her thighs at his touch. She spins to face him, a pout on her lips. 
"I just wanna make a good impression. I don't want your friends to think you're hanging out with some—"
"Whatever you're about to call yourself, it's not true." Harry cuts her off, squeezing her hip. "Now c'mon, Niall gets testy whenever someone's late."
"Fine." Y/N grumbles, grabbing her bag and cardigan. She follows Harry out of her apartment, both of them stopping to bid Ginger a quick goodbye before locking the door and walking out to his car.
"Do you mind if I come back with you tonight?" Harry asks, intertwining their fingers together on the short trek to his sedan. "Feel like I barely saw you this week."
Y/N smiles, looking up at him as they walk. "You saw me yesterday in class and after at grading, silly."
"Yeah, but that was professional time. Couldn't hold you or anything." 
She giggles as they approach his car, getting in on the passenger's side and buckling herself in. Harry does the same and starts the vehicle, reaching over to place a hand over her thigh as he pulls out of the parking spot. 
"Yeah, you can sleepover tonight, H."
"Whoa, who said anything about staying over, darling? Think you're getting a bit presumptuous—"
Y/N rolls her eyes and cuts him off with a light swat to the chest, "You've stayed over tons!"
He laughs, his eyes crinkling the way that always makes Y/N's heart feel like it's about to burst. 
"Just like teasing you, pretty baby."
. . .
Harry's friends are actually quite nice.
They have a clear connection, easy-going and kind, that makes it easy for Y/N to sink into without giving too much weight to her worries. When her and Harry walk in, the blonde one immediately waves them over with a huge grin and a half-full glass of Guinness in his hand.
"H! You're late!" 
Harry rolls his eyes and grumbles out some insult, his palm flat against the small of Y/N's back. She wants to hide behind his towering figure to avoid being the center of attention, but he gently pushes her towards the tabletop to introduce her.
"Heathens... this is Y/N. Y/N, these are my housemates, Mitch, Niall, and Pauli," Harry announces, giving her side a small, comforting squeeze. "Be nice to her or I will put hair removal in all of your shampoos. Especially yours, Mitch."
The long-haired one — Mitch, Y/N presumes — instantly puts his hands up in defense. "Why would I be anything but nice? Niall here is the one that's five beers in."
"Shut up, I'm nothing but sweet when I'm drunk!" Niall exclaims, his voice booming over the soundtrack of other patron's conversations and some random rock station. "Hi Y/N, it's nice to meet you. Tell me, how did you manage to sweeten grumpy Harry here? He's usually so—"
"Niall," The last one, Pauli, Y/N thinks, warns, a protective arch in his eyebrow as he cuts his chatty friend off. "We're so happy you decided to join us, Y/N. It's nice to finally put a face to the name."
"Alright, you guys have caused enough chaos," Harry steers the conversation away, tugging Y/N closer to his side, "We're gonna go get drinks."
Harry knows Y/N doesn't drink very often and he doubts she'll get anything tonight, but he can feel her clamping up from the attention.
"Y'okay?" he asks, leaning down slightly to catch the shell of her ear. She shivers at the low tone of his voice, biting her lip as she looks up at him.
"Mhm. They're nice, H." 
He smiles and moves his arm up to wrap around her shoulders. "I know they're a bit much. I appreciate you being here, though. Promise we won't stay too long."
"It's okay," Y/N giggles at his overprotectiveness, though her heart swoons as she tucks herself into his chest. "They're special to you and that's important." 
Harry's grin only widens, showcasing his dimples and the cute eye wrinkles Y/N loves.
"You're special to me. That's why I wanted them to meet you."
Y/N doesn't know how to reply without squealing so she just blushes and buries her head into his shoulder, a warm chuckle vibrating from the depths of his chest.
. . .
"Yeah, and that's how Harry ended up having to sneak Niall out of the emergency room at 3 in the morning." 
Despite Niall's already red face, his cheeks turn a deep crimson at the end of Pauli's story. Harry and his friends erupt in a series of laughs as Y/N looks up at the curly haired brunette curled around her form, his arm slung casually around her shoulders. The PDA initially made her heart thumb noisily in her chest, but she couldn't help herself as she snuggled further into his side, his scent and warmth radiating instant comfort. 
"Yeah, yeah, you lot think you're so funny," Niall grumbles before lifting his pint to his mouth. 
"That's 'cos we are, Ni," Harry smirks, "Anyway... it's been fun, but I think we're gonna head out." 
Y/N's heart squeezes at him saying we're, like they're some sort of collective. She has to roll her lips into her mouth to stop a smile from curling onto her face. 
"Ah, you guys aren't gonna come back to the house?" Pauli asks with a pout. 
"Let them live," Mitch interjects, nudging Pauli's ribs, "H is happy for the first time, like, ever." 
"Alright!" Harry exclaims, clapping his hands together as Y/N's lips part in surprise. Was he seriously that noticeably happy? Because of... no, it couldn't be because of her. That would be silly. "Y/N, you about ready?"
She nods and slides out of the booth behind Harry. "It was really nice to meet you all," she says with a polite smile, hugging her bag closer to her side as Harry heads up to the bar to settle his tab. "Thanks for having me."
"Oh, of course!" Niall grins. "Just make sure Harry wraps it up tonight, we all know he's been around—"
"Niall, you're cut off!" Mitch is quick to snatch the beer glass out of Niall's hand just as Y/N's face warms, insecurities suddenly brewing deep in her body. She knew of Harry's reputation, but if his friends assumed they were sleeping together already... was there something wrong with her? 
Thankfully, she doesn't have to stumble over an awkward response because Harry's already reappeared, not even bothering to question why Niall's whining. 
"'Kay, see you lot later. Get home safe." 
He slings an arm around Y/N's shoulders and she gives a half-hearted wave as he guides them out of the crowded bar. She feels a sense of relief when the cool air hits her skin, the weather finally feeling fully autumnal as October nudges in. Harry notices her involuntary shiver and holds her closer, giving her shoulders a squeeze as they approach his car.
"You did so good tonight," he murmurs, glancing down at her proudly. "How do you feel?"
"Good." she lies, a tight smile on her face. "I can drive, you had a few drinks, hm?"
Harry nods and digs his keys out of the pocket of his jeans, handing them to Y/N. She clears her throat as she unlocks the vehicle, both of them climbing in wordlessly.
"Was it too much socialization? I can go home if you want to be by yourself." 
Y/N's heart squeezes at his words as she turns the key in the ignition. It's silly to her that a month ago, she dreaded being alone with Harry and now, she can't even find it in her to be upset with him. 
"No, I want you to come back with me." 
Y/N is rarely assertive in her words, let alone her plans with Harry. Even when she does miss him and wants to see him, she'll send him a picture of Ginger being cute, and he'll reply with some iteration of "can I come over?"
So she swallows harshly after blurting the words out, thankfully missing the way Harry's eyes widen slightly. And he can tell that something's up — she's grasping the steering wheel tightly and won't stop chewing on her bottom lip, a nervous habit of hers that was easy to pick up on — and he mentally curses at his friends, hoping that they didn't say something idiotic to make her overthink anything.
He doesn't say anything until she's pulling into a spot outside of her apartment. As she's about to turn the car off, his hand grasps at her thigh, her eyes flying to his face. It's dark, so he can't see much of her facial expression, but he can tell by the slight crinkle in her eyebrow that she's nervous.
"What's wrong, sweet girl?" Harry asks gently, circling his thumb over her knee. "Did something happen at the bar? Did they say something?"
She shakes her head quickly, "No, of course not. They were really nice, H, I had a good time. Can we just go upstairs?"
"What's the rush?" he presses, trying to catch her low gaze. "Are you tired? Wanna go to bed?"
"Not tired," she mutters and lets out a frustrated sigh. The quiet hum of Harry's car fills the silence, but it's not enough to tear his attention away from the anxious girl in front of him. "I just... why haven't you tried to sleep with me?"
Embarrassment floods her entire body as Harry's eyebrows shoot up. Immediately, she feels ridiculous and wants to take it back.
"That was really dumb of me. I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that. I didn't even drink, I just—"
"Y/N," Harry says lowly, giving her knee a squeeze, "What did they say?"
"Nothing! Niall just said... well, when you were paying, he told me to make sure you, y'know, 'wrap it up' and I realized that, like, you haven't even tried to kiss me! And you call me these sweet names and we cuddle and hang out all the time and I don't know, I thought maybe you liked me but I understand I could be wrong and misinterpreting everything."
She's exasperated and Harry thinks it's adorable, but he hates that he could ever question his intentions with her. He notices that her hands are trembling and he sighs, shaking his head. 
"First of all, Niall is an absolute idiot so never take anything he says seriously," he replies, taking her hands into his. He stuffs them underneath the soft fabric of his cardigan, trying to warm them up. "I... I know I have some sort of reputation on campus and you've seen me do some things I'm not proud of, but that was never the case with you. I wanted to take my time with you and go slow, especially because of your history. I like you, Y/N. So much. You didn't misinterpret anything."
She swallows nervously and if he didn't have her hands held captive in his fuzzy yellow sweater, she'd be fidgeting anxiously, picking at the her nails. Her face is far too warm for her liking, her heart jumping for joy in her chest as she replays his words over and over again. I like you. So much.
"I like you, too," she finally peeps out, clearing her throat, "I'm sorry I assumed differently. I didn't mean to be dramatic."
"Not dramatic, love. I understand why you got nervous," he murmurs, smiling gently. "Can I kiss you, then? If you like me back?"
It's overwhelming for Y/N — she feels like she's about to kiss her second grade crush, but only because of the flocks of butterflies invading her stomach, shaky hands, and an inability to croak out an answer, instead just nodding her head. Harry chuckles at that, and she's grateful for the way he's able to easily read her. 
It's not the most romantic kiss Harry's ever had, but that's only because they're parked outside of Y/N's house in his car. If it weren't for the way he has to lean over the middle console to catch her lips in a lock, he would swear it's absolutely perfect. 
Simultaneously, Y/N realizes that kissing Harry feels like coming home. 
She's only ever felt this way when she's, quite literally, returned to her childhood home after hellish months away at college as an undergrad. The way the interior of the space always smelled like balsam and freshly baked cookies, warm lights twinkling on the Christmas tree, her mom hugging her tightly and murmuring in her ear, "it's okay, you're home now."
She tastes twinges of beer as their lips meld together, his musky vanilla cologne invading her senses and making her melt. It's all so good, like being wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, drinking hot chocolate during a snowstorm, carving pumpkins while you eat those Halloween sugar cookies from childhood. 
If she didn't have to break away to breathe, she thinks she could kiss Harry for an eternity. 
Harry is clearly more experienced in the kissing department than she is, but he doesn't tease her for needing a break. He just smiles softly as she quietly pants with spit swollen lips, her eyes darting between his own raspberry mouth and the inviting jade of his eyes.
"You're good at that." Y/N breathes, and he chuckles, letting out his own deep breath. 
"Do you wanna go inside, sweetheart?" Harry asks gently, his voice quiet, "I really wanna keep kissing you, but maybe not in my car." 
"Yes, please."
He laughs louder at that, giving her thigh one more squeeze as she pulls the car key from the ignition. It's nearing midnight so it's far chillier now, goosebumps immediately forming over Y/N's arms. It's a race to her front door from there, her eagerly unlocking it and kicking her shoes off, Harry following closely behind. 
Ginger is tucked into herself, snoozing steadily in the little cat bed Harry bought her a few weeks back. He'd immediately admitted that it was an impulsive purchase, claiming that he simply couldn't resist. 
"Do you want anything to drink?" Y/N asks, hanging her bag and keys on the hooks in her entryway.
"'M okay," Harry mumbles, plopping down on the couch. He sheds his upper body of his cardigan and Y/N swallows as it leaves him in a plain white tee-shirt, contrasting the inky swirls on his arms beautifully. "Relax, baby. Come sit with me."
Y/N nods and walks over to him submissively, her socks padding across the plushy expanse of her carpet.
"Do you wanna sit on my lap?" he asks softly, reaching out to intertwine their fingers together. "You can say no. We're going at your speed."
"No, I do." she says quickly, not wanting him to suspect an inkling of hesitance. She'll admit, she's nervous, but it's not because she's uncomfortable. If anything, Harry is still so intimidating in this regard, and she feels like a fumbling mess in comparison. 
He's gentle in his movements, guiding her body down to his and helping her straddle his waist. It's not inherently sexual, despite the fact that her thighs split readily, their cores pressed together and separated by layers of clothing. 
He wraps an arm around her waist to keep her steady, her hands automatically finding his broad shoulders. 
"Can we keep kissing?" Y/N peeps out. A lopsided grin appears on Harry's face, making her own warm. 
"Course, honey. Keep kissing me."
She's anxious about the prospect of her leaning in to kiss him, worried that she's doing something wrong, but the nerves instantly melt away the second their lips reconnect. This kiss is less hesitant, a slow stream of confidence beginning to radiate from Y/N's actions. She fists his tee-shirt in her hands as she presses her chest against his, Harry's tongue gently probing her mouth. She opens readily, happy to allow him.
Harry's surprised by her sudden eagerness but welcomes it. He can feel his cock starting to plump beneath them, but he hopes she doesn't notice it as she squeezes her thighs around his waist. He doesn't want to make her uncomfortable, wanting nothing more to prioritize her own wants tonight. 
"Baby," Harry breathes, breaking their kiss and nudging his nose against hers, "Baby, hold on a sec, wanna talk to you." 
She hums and blinks her eyes open. "'bout what?" she asks, licking over her swollen lips.
"Do you know what you want to do tonight? If anything?" 
Y/N swallows. She definitely hadn't thought that far. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't thought about sex with Harry at all, but she was so over the moon with knowing that he liked her that she couldn't think past it.
He squeezes her hip, bringing her back down and out of her thoughts. Swallowing, she parts her lips nervously before licking over them. 
"I'm not really sure," she admits, adjusting out of awkwardness but accidentally brushing against Harry's cock, "I... I know I want you. Closer."
"Okay, that's a good start," he murmurs. He tries not to let his facade crack, but he's in shambles over how sweet she's being. If it were up to him, he'd devour her whole, but he has restraint — even if she's unintentionally testing them. "How close do you want to be, honey?" 
"More than this."
Harry chuckles and nods, reaching up to run his hand through his hair. "You're killing me, y'know that?"
"I'm sorry. I'm not trying to do anything."
"That's the problem." 
His smirk makes her blush and she stares down at her hands, wringing them together in their laps. Gently, he tucks his hand underneath her chin, bringing her eyes back up to his. 
"You're doing perfectly, sweetheart. I just want to make sure that we're doing everything you want. I want this to be a good experience for you."
She calms slightly at that and Harry feels her body relax. "It already is a good experience, H, it's you."
"You're too cute," he mumbles with a shake of his head, tilting his head to press featherlight kisses along her jaw, "Too fuckin' cute."
He lowers down to her neck, entirely too intoxicated by the scent of her vanilla perfume and the feel of her soft skin against his lips. He could spend the entire night planting kisses across every inch of her body, he thinks, but he knows they'd both be too needy to let him finish that ask.
"Inside," Y/N suddenly breathes out, a gasp falling from pillowy lips as he nips as a sensitive spot, "Want you inside, please."
"Fingers?" Harry guesses, suckling gently to create the faintest of marks.
"No, no. You."
Harry's eyes snap open at her admittance, blinking owlishly as he processes her request. Did she... was she asking—
"Please, Harry, I— I know you want to take it slow but it's been months and I want it, I'm sure of it, please—"
He hushes her with a firm kiss to the lips. Her trembling hands reach up to fist at his messy curls and he can feel her getting progressively more desperate, pink-hued smoke clouding her typically shy demeanor. 
"It's okay, baby, I got you," he murmurs against her mouth, squeezing at her hip. "I'll take care of you, alright? If that's what you really want."
"I do, H, please."
Harry can't take a second more of her pleading and he thinks if he denied her again, she'd be down at her knees groveling. (He has to quickly push that image out of his brain, knowing it'll only send him further into a tizzy.) She mumbles out consent as he plucks at the button of her jeans, nudging her to sit up so he can pull the denim down her legs. He tries not to groan at the sight of a tiniest wet patch seeping through the fabric of her light blue underwear but fails miserably, pressing his forehead to her clavicle in frustration.
"What's wrong?" Y/N asks, pausing their haphazard movements to take in his facial expression.
"You're gonna kill me," he repeats his sentiment from earlier, "You're just fucking adorable and hot without even realizing it and it's taking everything in me not to completely ruin you."
Harry glances up at her to see her rounded eyes and plushy lips, gasps parting from the muted pink hue of her mouth. 
"What if I want you to ruin me?"
He shakes his head and tightens his squeeze on her hips. He lays her back down against the couch and spreads her legs, kneeling to thumb at the dampened patch between her thighs.
"You need to shut up. You don't know what you're asking for, Y/N."
"Tell me then," she eggs him on, squirming as he begins to draw small circles into her covered clit, "You've always taken care of me, why would this be any different?"
"Because you're different," he mutters tightly, his large hands finding the expanse of her ribs and pushing her shirt upwards to reveal her lacy bralette, "I don't want to treat you like any other person I've been with. You don't deserve that."
She whimpers when he bucks up against her lower half, his jean-covered bulge nudging at the place she needs him most. 
"Show me what I deserve, then. Please." 
"That," Harry says, undoing his pants and tossing them off to the side, "I can absolutely do."
It's a mess of kisses and touching from then, eager to feel one another without any additional clothing in the way. She's naturally submissive, Harry finds, but he's not surprised at that in the slightest. He'd assumed that from the first day they met, though he'd never imagined that he would be the one nipping at her skin, licking and sucking her nipples, and pressing kisses down her stomach and over her mound, taking his time to inhale her sweet scent.
Y/N's all but gagging for it now but he refuses to go any further without stretching her out, knowing that it's been five years since she's last slept with someone. She's wet — dripping, really, from her pulsating hole down to her ass, and he wants to press his tongue flat against her lips, suckling every last bit up, but he's a man on a mission. Plus, he knows he'll cum on the spot the second he wiggles his tongue inside, and that's not part of tonight's plan.
Instead, he's able to fit three fingers inside of her, but it admittedly takes a lengthy amount of pumping, scissoring, and pressing up against the spongy spot inside of her that makes her moan especially loud. She's squeezing his fingers so tightly, her hole contracting every time he uses his thumb and swipe over her clit. 
"You— please, Harry, I'm ready, I can't— can't take anymore." 
He looks up to see the prettiest, most desperate looking angel with baby hairs matted to her forehead, her chest warm and splotchy. Beads of sweat are dripping down her thighs and her mascara has smudged below her lower lash line, making her look beyond fucked out. 
"Okay," Harry nods, withdrawing his fingers carefully, "Okay, baby. Lemme just grab a condom."
He probably looks ridiculous as he scurries over to his pants to grab his wallet, digging to grab the condom he'd stuffed in there the day after he decided he really liked Y/N. She doesn't say anything as he peels his briefs down, revealing his painfully hard cock slapping up against his lower stomach, pre-cum beading at the slit. 
He rolls the condom on and shuffles between her thighs, pumping himself a few times to relieve just some of the pressure. Their eyes are glued to one another's in an intense, lusty stare-off.
"You're sure, lovie?" Harry asks, massaging her inner thighs carefully, "You can change your mind at any time. Even if I put it in and it hurts, you can tell me."
"I trust you," she replies softly, her throat already sore from nearly a half an hour of teasing. "I know it's gonna hurt a little... but you'll get me through it, right?"
His heart breaks a bit at her need for reassurance, nodding his head quickly. He adores this sweet girl beneath him, nothing meaning more to him than her implicit trust in his care.
"Of course I will. Just keep communicating with me, okay?"
She nods and he shuffles up to her core, stroking his cock twice more before stretching his body over her. He presses a kiss to her forehead, then down to her nose, and finally to her lips. 
"I'm gonna start putting it in." 
It's... a stretch, a big one at that. Y/N initially winces at the pain and Harry's head snaps up, halting his movements, but she shakes her head quickly, encouraging him to continue. He slows down, slowly moving centimeter by centimeter until her breathing starts to even out. When he finally bottoms out, she feels like she's absolutely stuffed to the brim, but in the best way possible. 
"Are you alright, honey?" Harry asks quietly, leaning up to brush a few hairs out of her eyes.
"Yes," Y/N murmurs, swallowing harshly, "I... I feel like you've always been meant to be here, H."
His eyes well up slightly, not only because it's the sweetest thing she could've possibly said in this moment, but because he feels that way, too. He's never felt such a connection with someone before on both a physical and emotional level and he knows right then and there, Y/N is the person that's meant to be his.
"You're incredible," he says, beginning slow, shallow thrusts, "You're everything I could've ever wanted, Y/N. This is... you're perfect."
"Oh," Y/N breathes when Harry's hips snap up against hers, the tip of his cock pressing against the spongey spot deep inside of her, "That's... you're so deep."
He groans at her widened eyes, shutting his own to prevent himself from bursting early just from her cute reactions. She feels better than he ever could have imagined the many times he fucked his fist, thinking of how warm and sweet she'd be beneath him.  
"Faster, please," she mewls, her jaw falling slack at his continued assault on her g-spot. 
"Yeah? Need me to go faster, honey?"
She nods vehemently and he smiles gently, beginning to quicken his pace. She loves the way he's hovering over her, closer than they've ever been before, invading all of her senses. She hooks her ankles around his waist and he groans at the small sign of initiative. 
"Can I make you cum on my cock, sweetheart?" Harry asks through a tight jaw, feeling his balls start to tighten as they bump up against her ass. 
"P-please," she nods, her hair a mess from Harry thrusting her into the mess of throw pillows on her couch. She's made herself finish tons of times before, but only with her own fingers and the occasional smutty book as inspiration. With Harry in her life, she'll admit that she's been hornier than ever before, always finding a sodden mess in her underwear after hanging out together. (It even happens when they spend time grading in Donnolly's office when she watches his jaw flex, gum between his teeth. The thought is enough to make her shudder.)
But with Harry finally stroking at the spots inside of her that had been neglected for years, it doesn't take much to get close to her peak. She's never felt so full before, and it's making her pussy squeeze over him in steady pulses, eliciting a grunt deep from Harry's chest.
"Can you rub your little clit for me?" Harry asks, leaning back on his heels to watch himself pump in and out of her hole. "Jus' need to see the way you touch yourself, baby... know you do, hm? My girl has a naughty side, doesn't she?"
Y/N nods her head, trailing her fingertips down the length of her body and to the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs. She moans loudly as she applies a bit of pressure, pinching at it. Harry's eyes are immediately glued to her fingertips, pausing his movements momentarily to spit, landing squarely on her clit. 
"Oh god," she moans, partially from shock at his boldness. She rubs his saliva in, circling the nub it small, tight circles. 
"That's my girl," Harry repeats, his hands finding the back of her thighs to spread her legs a bit further apart, "So good, baby, so fuckin' good for me."
"H-harry, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum—"
He grunts as he feels her hole contracting around his cock, gushes of arousal seeping out between them. 
"There you go," Harry encourages, slamming into her, watching her eyes squeeze shut and shudders coil through her body. Her fingers tremble around her clit as she orgasms violently around him, squeezing so tightly that he nearly slips out. 
The image of her coming below him after imagining it for so long is enough to send him into his own orgasm. He spurts warm and hot ropes into the condom, filling it up so much that as the intensity begins to wear off, he worries that some of it will seep out from the rubber confides. He pulls out just to the tip to make sure, his cock still twitching in aftershocks. 
"S-slow, please," Y/N stutters and he nods, shushing her softly.
"I know baby, I'm sorry, just gotta make sure we're all... cleaned up down here."
He'd filled the condom nearly to the brim, but thankfully, it's not enough to ooze out. He takes gentle fingertips to the insides of her thighs, where her legs meet her core, softly running them up and down as he fully withdraws. 
"I'll be right back, honey. Just stay here, 'kay?" 
She mumbles out some affirmative answer and he chuckles, stumbling to her bathroom to toss the condom and clean himself up. He wets a washcloth and walks back out to the living room, Y/N's body still strewn across the length of her couch. He kneels down to face her swollen pussy, swallowing at the sight, ignoring the urge to continue playing with her. He knows she's exhausted based on her silence and wouldn't be able to take a second longer of stimulation. Instead, he gingerly cleans her up with the warm cloth.
"Do you feel okay?" Harry asks softly as he rises back up to his feet, grabbing his briefs and slipping them back on, "Was all of that alright?"
With tired eyes, Y/N smiles gently, nodding once. "It was perfect, Harry."
. . .
From: H🌷
Running late to class this morning, they made your latte with almond milk instead of oat
To: H🌷
h!! u didn't have to have them remake it, that would've been fine!
From: H🌷
You never get almond milk and you would've never even told me if you didn't like it. I can afford to be a few minutes late if it means you're happy.
Also, may or may not have bought Ginger another toy at the grocery store on my way home from yours last night. 
Sitting in her usual seat at the front of the lecture hall, Y/N has to roll her lips into her mouth to avoid a massive grin from breaking out onto her face. She busies herself with scribbling notes in her planner as she waits for Donnolly to begin class, her nose stuck in her calendar as Harry enters the room with just a minute to spare. 
She's admiring her new collection of sparkly gel pens when he plops down next to her, pushing her iced latte towards her. 
"Morning." he greets with a grin, leaning down to press a kiss to her hair. 
"H," Y/N whines with a blush, biting her lip at the small display of affection. 
"Shush, I know."
She giggles as she takes a sip of her coffee, the familiar taste of vanilla and espresso coating her tongue. 
"Thank you, by the way. I appreciate that you do this for me."
"'course, baby," Harry smiles, leaning back in his chair with his cup of black coffee. "Missed you."
"You saw me last night, silly."
"Yeah, but you wouldn't let me sleep over so you could do homework." he teases lightly, tucking his black sunglasses into the collar of his tee-shirt.
"Mhmm, but since you let me get that done, you can stay over tonight."
"Thank god."
She laughs and shakes her head at his dramatics as Donnolly claps her hands together, her signature announcement that class was beginning. Y/N glances over to the curly haired brunette next to her, who playfully widens his eyes at her. Again, she has to bite her lip to prevent herself from grinning even more.
She's not sure when her fellow TA, a grumpy, mean boy who only wears black became the best thing in her life, but she couldn't be happier that it happened.
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erosso · 11 months
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sweetheart, come here — e.m
🌷: hiii!! so this is inspired by this ask that this wonderful anon sent! I was so in love with idea i wanted to try and write some smutty bfs dad!eddie brainrot<3 i hope you enjoy it! send me your thoughts or requests, im in my eddie phases again >:) also i dont condone cheating at all, just wanted to say that <3
contents: 18+, smut, cheating, bfs dad!eddie, older!eddie, piv, fem!reader, fem!receiving, praise, degradation, spit-play, breeding
[ in which your bfs dad becomes more than a father figure. ]
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you don’t know exactly how you got to this point, but no matter how hard you tried to stray away, you couldn’t keep away from him. he was just always there.
you stopped by your boyfriend’s house, he needed some extra clothes and a few personal items for his dorm since he was just starting in his senior year of college. he was smart, and such a wonderful guy, but his father, he was something else.
you were always over at your boyfriend’s place when he would come home, you had time ever since you graduated a year before him, and you loved spending time at his house, it was just normal.
“oh, hi,” you smile softly, greeting your boyfriend’s mother.
“hi, honey, did he forget something again?” she always had a definite expression when talking about her boy.
“yeah, he texted me last minute, i just need to get a few pair of clothes he forgot to get,” you roll your eyes at how forgetful he was.
“of course, hun, i’m gonna head to the store real quick but eddie is in the garage if you need him,” she smiles, heading out the door and driving off.
“fuck,” you sigh in frustration.
it’s not like you didn’t like the little affair you had going on with eddie, but there was never a time you could just sneak in the house and leave quietly without him finding you and fucking you against the nearest surface.
moving your feet toward the back screen door, you see him under his truck. the grease on his fingers and the way you can see his happy trail peaking from under his riding shirt, it made you feel sticky, his hair was in a bun, some of his curly hair framing his face.
you took notice of his growing beard, he started growing it out, it looked good.
you didn’t want him to catch wind of you, so quietly moved your way upstairs to your boyfriend’s bedroom.
you couldn’t find the specific pair of jeans your boyfriend was requesting, and you were starting to get frustrated, slamming some of his drawers shut, “i don’t understand why he won’t just get a new pair,” you mumbled under your breath, looking back into his closet, kneeling down into the pile of clothes you left while on your search.
“i really don’t wanna have to fix that dresser again when you keep shutting the drawers like that,” your head snaps back at the doorframe.
eddie was leaning against the frame of the door, wiping his hands with a dirty rag, the grease staining his slim fingers, the grease on his wedding ring disappearing revealing the silver metal underneath. you notice his shirt is a bit cropped, he looked so good.
“sorry,” you nervously say, picking yourself up with the clothes you managed to find, “i found what he needed,” you wave some of the fabric in your hands, “sorry, i didn’t know you were here,” you lied, gripping at the fabric.
he smirked, “yes, you did,” he cocks his head to the side, his lips turning into a sarcastic pout.
you could feel your heart rate starting to pick up as he begins to make his way over to you, put the rag over his shoulder.
“avoiding me?” his finger hooks gently under your chin, “i missed you,” his eyes were big and brown, you loved when he gave you that look.
“eddie,” you tilt you head away from his finger, “i have to go, he’s waiting for me, and your wife is gonna come anytime soon,” you try to excuse.
“he can wait, and i told her to get me something for my truck, it’ll take her a while,” he rolls his eyes, “please, sweetheart?” he moves closer to you.
your palms softly touch his chest, his fingers dancing on the sides of your waist.
“fine,” you say, kissing his devious smile.
“good girl,” goes straight to your neck, his lips tickling the soft of your flesh.
“no hickies,” you hiss.
“well then how am i suppose to mark what’s mine?” he states more than questions.
“shut up,” rolling your eyes, you move your hands down to his belt, quickly unbuttoning, “already so hard?” you tease, your finger moving up and down slowly against his bulge.
“you’re playing to much,” you he grips your wrist, his other hand pushing your lower abdomen towards the wall of your boyfriends bedroom.
“well, come on.”
pushing his boxers down, his cock springs out, red and pre cum leaking from his tip, “i need you,” he almost pants, eyebrows furrowing in anticipation.
finally pushing your panties down from under your skirt, he takes notice of the wet spot that formed within the fabric.
“how cute,” he takes the fabric with your sweet aroma and quickly wraps it in his rag, pushing both back into his pocket.
“eddie,” you look up at him, hooking a leg around his waist as your eyes plead him to fuck you raw.
he takes no more time to slip in. you loved the sensation of his cock slipping into for the first time in a while. he was so big, the girth alone made your eyes roll back and a whimper escape from your trembling lips.
loving the way your head leaned back as he fucked into you, he held you leg closer to his waist and his other hand held your neck tightly in place, “your pussy feel so good baby, maybe i should have another son,” he praises.
the filthy things he would say to you made you want this more. it was wrong, but you couldn’t help yourself. you always had a little crush on eddie.
one hand grips at the hem of his shirt, trying to stable yourself even more.
the sound of skin slapping against each other started to become more prominent. the stubble of his pubic hair hitting the soft flesh of your cunt made you even more excited.
glancing into his eyes, you praise his looks, “growing out your beard?” you say a bit breathlessly, “i bet it would feel good when you’re eating me out,” you smile, as his grip tightens even more.
“you’re such a brat,” his movements get faster, making you yelp as he won’t slow down, and soon you start to feel yourself reaching your high.
“mhm,” he groans, “such a stupid slut for my cock,” looking down as his cock slides in and out of you, he spits onto his shaft, loving how the mixture if his spit and pre cum makes a sticky mess between you two, “open your mouth,” his ring digs into your jaw.
you do as your told, your tongue softly sticking out.
he spits into your mouth, he’s never done that before, but you like how he’s making you feel.
you smile innocently as you close your mouth.
“im gonna cum in you,” his pace never slowing down.
you could sense he was going to cum soon, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t almost there .
“breed me,” you kiss his jaw, “will you?” you plead softly against his neck.
“fuck,” he voice shakes lowly, his hips starting to stutter into you, you feel yourself cumming as he grips tighter onto you.
feeling the warmth of his cum starting to fill you up, you bring his hips closer to you, pulling him in with your leg, “i like it when you fill me up,” you kiss as his adams apple.
“fuck,” is all he can say as his breath starts to slow.
both of your grips on each other start to loosen up, your bodies slowly moving away, his red sticky cock softly springing out of you.
“you’re too much for me,” he chuckles as he pulls his boxers back up.
“so are you,” you push your skirt down, adjusting yourself as you grab your boyfriend’s clothes, “see you for your anniversary party,” you wink, making your way out of the room and out of the house.
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bibiwrld · 6 months
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SIMILAR!| MIGUEL O’HARA
★ Miguel O’Hara x Black fem anti-hero! [OC]
★ Before reading: I don’t speak Spanish, sorry for any mistakes made.
—Synopsis: A new face suddenly arrives at Nueva York, working at Alchemax, catching Miguel O’Hara’s eye and helping the Spider Society with catching villains and anomalies..well sort of.
previous: –three.
–four.
MIGUEL’S POV
“Ah fuck!” Wrenley came again, I didn’t keep count. She trembled her way off my dick, leaving that satisfying ring of white cream near the base of my dick.
“Aw, where are you going?” I leaned my chest into her back, my large arms enveloping her smaller body and my dick throbbing against her ass.
“Nowhere.” She breathed out, not turning around to face me.
“Then come again for me.” I whispered into her ear. “Can’t you give me another one? Just one more, cariño.”
“I can give you more than one more.” She spoke with a breathless voice, but I could hear that cocky tone of hers.
“Are you always this cocky?” I squeezed her ass.
She moaned out. “Always.” She turned her head to face me. “Let me get on top.”
I smirked, lowering my lids. “I’m all yours.” I positioned myself against her headboard.
She crawled on top of me, grabbing my dick and positioning it to enter her. “Oh..” She eased her way down on it, her hands squeezing my shoulders to balance herself.
“Come on, move, you wanted to do this.” I smacked her ass and chuckled.
She shot me a glare. “C-can I adjust to the size of it? It’s pretty big.”
Something about that aroused me even more. “You’re never had a dick this big?” My hands traveled up her lower back, bringing her closer to me.
“No comment, now shut up and let me fuck you.”
I smiled uncontrollably. “Have your way with me.”
Her hips rose, an airy moaned leaving her mouth. She slammed back down, my hips bucking into hers.
“Just like that, baby.” I squeezed her ass with one hand. “Doing so good, taking this big dick so well, baby.” My other hand held the back of her neck, bringing her closer to me.
She was gorgeous, I could watch her body move all day. Her tits bounced so perfectly, her face overwhelmed in pleasure, my dick bulged in her stomach— fuck, she was perfect.
She cried, clawing at my chest. “Oh my God!”
My brows furrowed while I bit my lip. “Shit.”
She bounced on my dick at a fast rhythm, never pausing once. She was really working for it.“Miguel.” She moaned. “Miguel, oh fuck.” Her hair hid that pretty face.
Using both of my hands, I moved the hair out of her face, grabbing her face so she can look at me. “So damn pretty.”
Her eyes closed. “Sh-shut up.”
I struggled out a chuckle. “Bouncing on my dick with that pretty face and pretty pussy.”
Her lips roughly met mine, so hungry for a taste of me. So fucking desperate.
She squatted, now using her feet to help her ride me.
“Wren— fuck!” I wrapped my arms tightly around her, thrusting myself into her.
“I-I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Her nails dug into my back, but fuck— it hurt so damn good.
“Cum with me, cariño—gonna fill you with all of me.” I whispered into her ears.
She began trembling, her legs shook uncontrollably.
“Yes, there you go.” I continued thrusting, holding her body close to mine.
She was so fucking hot, it didn’t take long for me to cum. I spilled everything into her, squeezing her into my chest, both of us a panting mess.
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I sat at my desk, my head in my hands, rethinking all of the decisions I made last night.
I woke up naked in Wrenley’s bed, with hickeys and scratches all over me. She was on top of me, also naked, fast asleep. I put all my clothes on as quickly and quietly as I could, and hightailed my ass out of there. It was a surprise to see my car parked out there, I don’t remember driving last night.
“So you turned me off to stick it in her?” Lyla sat in a little holographic chair and eyed me.
“No—that’s not, uggghhh!” I was frustrated.
How did I end up sleeping with her? Not that I hated it, but fuck, it had to be her? What was I doing? I willingly did it, but the alcohol might’ve gave me that extra push.
The click of heels pulled me out of my thoughts. Lyla disappeared and Wrenley strutted in. She wore pants today, and her hair was down, maybe to hide those hickeys I gave her.
“Good morning, O’Hara.” She shot me a glance and kept on walking to her desk. She glowed more than usual.
I cleared my throat and replied. “Good morning, Ms. Myers.” My eyes never left her as she walked over to her desk.
“Wow, you’re so obvious, Miguel.” Lyla teased.
I shook my head and looked back at my monitor.
Her small laugh made me glance over at her. “Yeah.” She bit down on her brown painted lips, holding the phone close to her ear. “How sweet of you, I’m here waiting.” She laughed again, then hung up.
Who could possibly have her laughing like that?
We exchanged no words, only sat in silence, typing on our computers.
So do we act like nothing happened last night?
“Good morning.” Otto the intern, smiled brightly, walking in with a folder and a cup of coffee.
“Morning..?” I rose a brow, watching him.
“Hi Otto.” She stood up, coming around from her desk to..hug him?
Was he the one on the phone with her?
Lyla commented. “Oh, you’re jealous.”
“I am not.” I whispered, not peeling my eyes away from those two.
“I brought you coffee.” He said nervously, handing it to her.
She placed a hand on his chest. “Such a darling, thank you.”
I gritted.
“Here’s the files like you wanted.”
She sipped her coffee and batted her lashes. “Just what I needed, you’re so sweet.”
He smiled at her praise.
I could throw up.
If only he knew how I had her crying out my name last night, begging me to slow down, kissing and sucking all over her.
“See you at lunch.” He walked pass my desk and left the lab.
“Here you go, these are copies of the files for the test subjects we’re trying the cure on today.” I didn’t even realize she was in front of me.
I took the files, looking through them. “So you just bang anyone?”
“I’m sorry?”
I looked up at her. “Did you fuck him?”
She chuckled, putting a hand on her hip. “Who? Otto?”
Don’t play dumb.
“Yes.” I replied.
“Since when does my sex life concern you?” She looked me in the eyes.
“When I became apart of it.” I answered. “So last night, we were both drunk.”
She breathed out. “Yeah..we were drunk, I just needed to relive some stress. Don’t worry about me carrying your kid, I’m on the pill.”
That was honestly the least of my concerns. “Okay, thanks.”
She smirked and leaned on my desk. “Kinda rude to leave without leaving a note or something.”
“Sorry about that, I was just confused in the moment.” I apologized. “And I enjoyed it, by the way.”
She smiled, moving closer. “So did I, pretty nice stress reliever.”
I squeezed my thigh.
“I could say the same thing myself.” I leaned in, my eyes focused on her lips.
“Um, hello, we’re here to take the cure.” A lady in a face mask stood by the door with two other women.
We both pulled away, as if we weren’t about to kiss.
“Please, come in.” I smiled, getting out of my seat.
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Next part: –five.
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veenxys · 2 years
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hi aelin!! for the mini game i’m very curious of what jean is like in a relationship 💕
it’s the shoulder kisses from behind. it’s the lazy afternoons and lunch dates. it’s walking around the city then getting take-out to eat at home while watching your favorite show. it’s the soft hums in the morning while you do your own things in the same space and get ready for the day. it’s the sweet words and petnames for each other whispered while cuddling. it’s basking in the rare sunlight on winter days, arms around each other. it’s the smiles and feeling of giddiness while thinking and talking about the future together.
— mini game!
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